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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 10:06 pm
 Snap. A curse fell from the lips of a golden colored Nequus. Long white hair fell over her eyes and face as she desperately tried to see where she was going. The world was not with her today, it was never with her. Crack. Another season of swearing passed by. It was daytime, and though the mare could see, the pain was endless. It kept coming in waves, tearing at her gentle wings like a sharpened edge. Every time they moved the pain came, followed by a sickening crunch. The bones felt as though they were binding together. For one that had never cried a tear, these were something new. She knew of pain, of loss, but never like this. Her breath came in gasps, while the wind shot about her battered body mockingly. She could feel it changing, even now, the bones ground against one another, desperately fighting to change against her traditional composure. She knew it well; her body had already become more slick and refined. The muscle stayed, but the leanness she had gained was something else. It didn’t matter now, though, not with the pain. She’d be lucky if she could walk more than a thimble’s distance.
Another shrill inhale as the flame shot down her nerve endings, licking at the feathers at their end. Storm’s teeth ground together as she tried to fight back the pain with pressure. It helped, if only very little. Anything would help, anything to get her mind off of this! That wasn’t the only part of her agony. Things, horrible things bit at her mind, images, though fleeting, hammered at her skull.
“GO AWAY!” she cursed at them, wheeling and tearing at the invisible sights and sounds. There was fear in some, a welling of fear she had never known. She drove this down with her courage by remembering the days of her flashing feet, but look at her now. Her wings had begun to molt, loose their once fine prowess. The golden and white feathers lay as a blanket around her, at least one coming off every night. It had been what, months? She’d lost track of time, and sleep. There was still beauty, but it was heavily hidden under her weariness. She was in good solid need of a bath, and a new life. Anything to drive away the pain and these voices; pictures that plagued her soul. She knew that she wasn’t losing her wing, she could still feel it there, but it wasn’t as it was. There seemed a heavy solidity there wasn’t before, but not too constricting, just yet. It hurt to stretch it, and even when she tried there was that snap. Her body shuddered at the thought of it. The whispers came back, lapping at the corners of her senses, willing her to listen. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, it hurt to try. There were so many. So she bickered at them, muttering to herself like the mad. She was mad.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:36 pm
 A cry sheer of pain broke the silence the dark spider nequus preferred. He knew that cry well though but yet... it seemed different now than it had. He hadn't seen the golden mare for quite some time which he enjoyed that damn mare was finally leaving him alone. But Velg'larn was intrigued into what could hurt the mare in such a way her pain wouldn't go away. Her screams of pain and agony were delightful to his ears. Velg'larn tossed his elegant head toward the sound most would find horrific. The mare had demanded his death that one night he had driven her into complete fury beyond anything a mortal should know. Velg’larn’s silvery white mane blew as a wind suddenly picked up and swirled around giving him a dark menacing appearance to any who laid eyes upon the evil stallion.
Velg’larn began walking toward the delightful cries of pain, toward the golden mare that released them. Velg’larn didn’t know what to expect from the mare or how she had managed to get herself into such an amount of pain he just thought it a bit amusing. Something he hadn’t felt for ages. Grey eyes scanned the horizon as he heard sharp intakes and gasps of breath. The chain necklace moved with him as he trotted nearer to the sound that seemed to awaken something even darker inside him.
“GO AWAY”
Came a scream followed by a barrage of curses. The voice seemed to have some hidden fear inside it or so Velg’larn thought, whether or not that was true well he couldn’t read minds but perhaps this thing that had Storm in such could be used to his advantage he could use it perhaps to cause her even more pain somehow. He began to continue a thought but then it was abruptly cut short by the sight of the golden mare in such distress… Her wings were more draconic with feathers at the shoulder of the wing and three diminutive spikes came from the wing as well, a long silver spiral horn, and two others as well. Storm had become something of a hybrid, she was much more sleek than before he also noticed… this would prove intresting.
“And what causes the lady such pain?” Velg'larn questioned her with a empty smile. He didn't doubt she would hate seeing him especially after that one night They talked and she flew off in fury.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 10:21 pm
She groaned as her head split. The visions and tremors rushing through her skull, causing it to shake. It wasn't the only thing that cursed her, a nob, not yet large rose from her forhead. It proved to be sharp, and stupidly she had rammed it into a tree to try and be rid of it. However, it had done nothing but grow, longer and faster, as if pain seemed to coax it to keep moving. Her head screamed at her, telling her to do something to make it all end. She battered back with worthless words, cursing, and failing to make any headway. At last she fell back, defeated, and for a moment she had peace. There was a ominous quiet, beore the storm hit.
It came so fast and so hard it took Storm onto her feet, rather than the opposite effect. Her ears spun, in every direction, trying to fathom where it all came from. Then the pictures spun again. She saw red hooves, felt fear. Hide the voices seem to whisper in unison, finishing it off with a inexplicable fear. She shook her head at them, chantig her own name, struggling to retain her sanity. There was no hope for her now. The feelings, thoughts, emotions, were everywhere all at once. None of them her own, yet she felt so real. She heard footsteps, but they were in all directions, some loud, some soft, but all hitting at the same rythym. What does this mean she whispered to herself, the hint of silver edging at the corners of her eyes. Somewhere a spike hammered down on her skull, ringing its hard melody in her near useless ears.
Yet there was something above it all, a presence. One she couldn't possibly describe, but of pure evil. She had never felt it before, but now it swarmed around her. She knew something was coming, with ill intentions. Her voice was cracked, throat dry from lack of water. The parched flesh would not work as it should, so she couldn't cry out to the world, for fear of her voice breaking. There was no running from it either, she would have to face whatever it was that was coming.
She was sorely dissapointed. She had expected something beyond comprehension, but over the hill, coming into her blurring vision was only Velg'larn, his purple body standing hot against the sharp rays of the sun. She glowered at him, body heaving with exertion. Sweat trickled over her eyes, runnig down her chest and to her legs where it pooled at her feet. A constant reminder of her situation, as if the pain wasn't enough. It spoke, and Storm latched onto those words. Those sweet sensicle things that might keep her alive. She'd considered it, suicide, but she couldn't drag herself far enough to do it, and some ungodly power kept her eating. For once she had no comment to make to him, only caught something. Was it the way he held his body, a look in his eyes. She thought not. She knew, though, how she knew that he had a hint of emotion. Even pleasure in the back of his mind somewhere. There it was, what he insisted he didn't have, but she knew it was there. Only problem was, she was in no stance to roll it on his face.
Letting heavy mucous slide down her throat Storm made a motion to go forward. She would have muttered something about him being as low as Attia, taking pleasure in other's pain, but she didn't get the chance. With a heavy scream of anguish her body went down on the earth. She had stretched her wing. Stupid fool she was.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:50 pm
Velg’larn looked down on the seemingly broken mare, “Is there something I can do to ease your pain lady?” he asked with a cold voice. Yes he did take pleasure in her screams of agony he knew she hated him being there seeing her at her weakest. And he would have to keep the memory to use against her one day perhaps. Blank gray eyes stared at the mare “Your physique has changed exponentially Lady Storm, your wings suit you better now.” The stallion offered a compliment to her with a hidden motive. Velg’larn whipped his silver tail to and fro.
The dark stallion’s ears stood straight and attentive, his dark purple hide gave off an eerie kind of glow in the light, didn’t much care for the light, he didn’t care at all.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:08 pm
For a moment the visions seemed to give her break. Enough perhaps to let her catch her breath and make reason of the situation. Storm didn’t give it a second thought. She was on her feet in a flash, ignoring the sharp nettles that dug into her mind as she did. The thoughts were softer now, as if gone into hiding, but they still whispered softly. Sometimes it felt as if half her mind was actually listening. She didn’t have time or energy for such nonsense, she would not go insane.
It seemed as though the agony she felt stunted any hot headed feelings for the other Nequus. All she knew about him was that he was another presence. Granted, not a comforting one, but something all the same. A normal hint in this everyday world gone chaotic. The images rebounded again, followed by a chorus of noises. Storm fought to think over them, and for a moment won the battle, able to slice her own silence with bitter words.
“Nothing,” she managed, swallowing the thick grime that was in her throat. She saw a flash of grass, weed, tree-limb, losing herself for a moment. Then reality hit her again, and she nearly lost her balance. For that brief moment her hooves had felt unfamiliar, it send a shudder down her spine. “But I’ve never seen you so considerate.” It was almost an automatic response, nothing she had to think about.
She wondered about his last statement. What did he mean her wings were more befitting? Because they were raggled? She hadn’t bothered to look at them, but as she did she could see a hint of leather beneath them, sparkling white in the bright sunlight. Her mouth gaped for a moment. “Why do you say my wings are more befitting?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:12 pm
Vegl'larn watched the mare stand with speed despite her weakness. She stood in silence refusing to return his comments it seemed untill she nearly lost her balance. Storm wasn't used to her new legs yet and the fact she was quite unbalanced. "fine" he said simply voice empty He flicked his ears back and observed the mare standing before him, indeed she was different than before much more lean stronger legs larger more dangerous looking wings a white sharp horn spiralling from the center of her forehead.
He shrugged "Just look at them," he said circling the mare "they are so much larger and are much more menacing than simple angelic feathers alone." He told her "Hah you and feathers just didn't fit together." he said pretending to have amusment in his voice although he wasn't good at pretending.
"And what Triggered such a transformation Lady?" he finally asked
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:17 pm
There was an eerie stillness about the whole event, her wings ached uncomfortabley and she found her head swimming once again. The whispers returned, louder than ever, sending her into a fit of confusion. She had to stop and take a deep breath, pondering his questions for many a minute before she was fully fit to answer. "I can't look at them," she attempted to hiss, but no anger came from her throat. It was true, they ached far to much to bend, and she feared moving her head for a chance the voices might make her completely mad. She was still sane, if only partly, and that was a piece she intended to keep, no matter what the costs.
"Angelic feathers were my feathers," she stated blandly. She had always treasured them as her beauty. Her love and her aura of life. Now with them gone, replaced by old, wrinkled, battered looking things. White, but still, only good for flying. Now instead of looking at her beauty, they'd see only malice. Stupid ******** prejudice fools! She'd show them, these wings weren't her. "I'll rip these off if I have to," she grumbled, digging her feet sharply into the earth as another onset of pain dug sharply into her mind.
"What did I don't know," she gasped, trying to keep her balance and fight for control of her own self. "But I intend to kill whatever did it." She stamped her hooves ruefully, daring to flex a wing and biting her tongue as the flame shot through the membrane. She dared to twist her head to give the leathered hells a glare, wishing she could tear them from her body. Her aura of surprise was gone, and she'd only strenghthen the stereotypes others placed on such wings. Yet this horn was an intriguing thing, normally backed up with purity. She was no pure and the only thing this horn would do was wring hearts through.
"What do you want?" she managed, looking up at him through glazed eyes. Her head remained low, breathing deep, controlling the visions that washed over her mind. He seemed so faint, so blurry. Curses to this life. Curses.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 3:05 pm
"You are vain... You see only one side of things." he muttered under his breath " if you rip off your wings you loose your ability of flight altogether, you wouldn't want that would you?" he saw her distress and enjoyed it somewhat strangely for an emotionless being.
"You did something," he added coldly "Consider whatever did it isn't a thing that can be killed. What then?" What did he want? he wanted nothing. Nothing at all... atleast that's what he thought. "Nothing at all Lady Storm."
"I take my leave Lady." he bowed his head and turned to leave tossing his long elegant mane.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 6:02 pm
She'd rather be flightless than to have such horrendous things on her back. He didn't know the pain and hell she'd live through now. He couldn't and wouldn't understand for he was void of emotion. So be it. May he rot into eternity in his world where there is no feeling. It was of no importance to her. Velg'larn didn't deserve to know the trifles she suffered.
"Perhaps the fates wish me dead," she whispered to herself, humming to the tunes of thousands of voices that swirled in her head. One even called her name, but she ignored that one, not realizing just who it might be. She didn't even bother to watch him go.
A part of her wished that he thought her insane. He was always there, trotting about and wishing for something from her but always saying he wanted nothing. Yet if he hated her so, which it seemed, why on earth did he keep bringing himself back. The questions were washed away by another plague of pictures and she laughed at them as best she could while experiencing the fire of such wings.
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